The Wild Flower Book for 

 Young People 



CHAPTER I 



I GO TO THE COUNTRY 



I KNOW nothing about this beautiful country 

 where we have come to live ; only that it is away 

 from the city and the friends who went to school 

 with me there. It is chilly and no leaves have come 

 out yet on the trees. But then it is only March. 



Our house here is not nearly as pretty as the 

 one we have left in town. My Grandmother calls 

 it forlorn; so it must be the wild flowers when 

 they are in bloom, and the country round about 

 that she thinks I will learn to love so dearly. 



When Grandmother was a little girl no older 

 than I am she lived in this house ; and still remem- 

 bers a great many places where wild flowers grew, 

 and birds built their nests. She can tell wonderful 

 stories about flowers, and how they have ancestors 

 and relatives just like the people in history. 



One thing already makes me happy here which 

 in the city I rarely saw at all, and then only as a 

 roof over the high buildings. That is the blue 

 sky. In the evening it is filled with shining stars. 

 From our veranda on clear nights we can see be- 

 sides that it is far away and very wide ; and I have 

 often wondered if some one up in the heavens lit 



